Arthur: Their Faces 3: DenmarkIt seemed strange how one of the most violent and terrifying nations he'd ever met was now one of the first to smile, slap him on the back and ask if he fancied a beer. Of course, that was over 1000 years ago now; Mathias had changed for the better. They all had. Although occasionally, seemingly for no reason at all, Mathias would flash him a smile. The hungry, feral grin that made Arthur twitchy, and edge closer to whoever he happened to be sitting next to. Even if said nation was Russia.Arthur: Their Faces 3: Denmark by Scone-Smex
It was 793. And the weather was just as pleasant as it had been of late; meaning the wind was up, and soft grey rain and mist spun around the rocks and cliff faces. Arthur was visiting a small group of monks in their monastery by the sea. They seemed to be coping quite nicely, despite the weather.
One night, something changed. Arthur woke coughing and unbearably hot. Smoke stung his eyes and screaming stung his ears. He ran from his bedchamber to the main hall. Bodies of slaughtered monks lay amid